I feel like I've fallen down a well and I'm just now climbing close to the top ... or at least close enough that I realize I still have a bit to go yet but at least it is lighter than the inside of a black cat.
For those that don't know my father was hospitalized ... again, though I've lost count which one that was ... for severe chest pains while in the hyperbaric chamber. Turns out that it was from two things ... dehydration and some type of blood pressure problem that I can't remember the name of where it fluctuates based on whether you are lying down, sitting down, or standing up. The blood pressure issue will have to wait until he is healed enough to determine whether it is permanent or a temporary aberration due to his heart surgery/valve replacement. The dehydration means changing his habits ... again. He is so cranky about constantly being told what to do but he forgets whether he is drinking enough ... he'll say yes I just finished a glass of water only we know he finished the glass of water with his morning pills and it is getting close to lunch. He feels like he is being treated like a child. While I sympathize it doesn't change the fact that he still needs help remembering and monitoring so many basic things. He tries to not be foul all the time but his patience for this whole situation is wearing thin.
But the good news is ... his open wound is now healed enough that he no longer requires the wound vac. I would show you the before and after pictures but they are fairly disgusting and I'm not sure Dad would be comfortable with it. Suffice it to say ... ewwwwww. He still has what is considered an "open" wound but not the kind that goes down to muscle tissue. Its depth is measured in millimeters now as opposed to inches. He still goes to the wound center every day and on most of those days I drive though Mom has become much more independent about transporting him places. Mostly it is just she wants me there for moral support and I suppose she just gets plain lonely. At this point Dad is more ready to go home than Mom is. Unless something comes up I figure they will return home no later than the end of July. Dad keeps saying "one more week" but I'm not sure how realistic that is or whether his wound doctor will have released him in "one more week." Mom doesn't want to leave until he is released because she worries what that will do to their insurance and their ability to get him additional treatment if/when it is needed. On that at least I agree with her.
On other fronts I have stayed very busy as well. My parents in the house has made keeping house a huge challenge. Mom and Dad both are pack rats and tend to procrastinate about cleaning up their stuff. I can't live like that; it is the wrong kind of chaos for me. At the very least a dirty dish/glass needs to make its way to the sink or dishwasher rather than just lying lazily where ever it was last used. My mother's sewing stuff and other half-finished projects keep migrating all over the house as well. About the only thing that I now have better control over is my frig and freezer and the canning supplies. My kitchen counters are still cluttered but at least the produce has been processed and is ready for canning this week.
I'm not going to show what a disgusting mess the rest of my storage area is ... shudder ... but at least I can show that I have been doing some canning.
This isn't even close to all of it. There are quarts of soup on another shelf, pints of mushrooms, pints of apple bbq sauce, jelly jars of various jams and preserves, etc etc etc. I was going to do some more canning today but got a call first thing this morning that they had to take my daughter who is away at summer camp to a walk in clinic. Turns out to be not strep as suspected but a sinus infection that the doctor up there decided didn't warrant sending her home but did warrant a z-pak. Her brother is flying her home on Friday so at this point all I can do is accept it and try not to be helicopter mom and worry it to death. It isn't like this same brother - who is working the boys' side of the camp for the summer - wasn't quarantined last week because he caught pink eye from one of the campers in the preceding session. Seems like it if isn't one thing it is another. Every year I have to relearn just why I come out of the summer months traumatized ... between the business and the kids it is a wonder hubby and I aren't bald as a cue ball.
My normal stress relievers aren't as available as usual. The kids have been gone a lot more so my helpers are otherwise occupied. I haven't had as much time to write as I would like. I've said it before but it bears repeating. It isn't because I don't want to write but because when I have the time to my brain won't cooperate. The stories are like trying to hold onto slippery electric eels. The tighter you try and grab them and make them do what you want them to, the more they fight and bite to get away. However, I think I do have enough to post an update so here it is:
Will post late, late tonight or sometime tomorrow.A Bunch of Wild Thyme
Emi on the Caloosahatchee
Zombies Aren't Real ... Are They?!
A Girl Called Jack
Tonight's vids are examples of the soups that people can. I am definitely going to give the recipe for French onion soup a try though I'll can it in pints instead of quarts. I'm also going to can some garbanzo bean soup, my chili mix that had kidney beans and group beef in it, and my grandmother's recipe for vegetable soup that has beef in it. Finding beef soup bones has been a project in and of itself. I'm also going to can some chicken soup base and a few other odds and ends but that's for later. For now, here are the vids.
Making and canning French Onion Soup
Split Pea Soup
Chicken a la King Soup